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"The Bulldog's Bark" -- Part 1

By James R. Wiley


This story is based on the participation of Mr. Wiley's great-grandfather in the Battle of New Market, May 15, 1864. It is a blend of fiction and fact with transitions between the actual text of his great-grandfather's letters and historical notes bound by an imaginative tale.


May the 25th - 64

My Dear Rebeca

I take this oportunity to write a few lines to you to let you I am agetting along and hoping that thoes few lines may find you and the children enjoying good health. I have knot heard from you sense Thomas Pegg came to the regiment that I recollect of. Well Rebeca I have heard the bulldog bark. I lost the front finger on my left hand. It pained me very much knight before last but last night it was tolerable easy so that I slept tolerable well. I wrote to you the other day in a good deal of misery. My finger has got to discharging a good deal of matter. I don't bliev that you can read my leter for it is very acwar for me to write well. But I must tell you something about my retreat from Newmarket when I lost my finger. I walked five miles to Mount Jackson and their the doctors amputated it and then I fell in with the 116 Ohio with Hade Warren and came with him about 7 mile to a place edenburg and that was the last that I saw of him. I then got in with ed coffman and James McHenry and they staid with me that knight but coffman staid with me until we came to Sedder Creek I walked awl the way back to Sedercrek with the exception of about three miles that I wrode on an artilery wagon with Nelson Berson, so you can see that I must have been prety well run down but it is all for Union you know and Seagle. Well Rebeca i hav maid aplication for a furlow and iff I get it I will be at home in a short time and then I can tell you beter that I can with a pen. Their is a rumor here that we are all to be sent to our own States. That leter that I wrote to you the other day I believe that I forgot to tell you where to write to. Well I will tel you now. You will direct you letters Address Clarys Vill U S Hospital Cumberland Md Nothing more at present but remain your afectionate husband till death.

Archibald J Wiley to A. J. Wiley RJ Wiley

Letter from Archibald James Wiley to his wife and family at Proctor, West Virginia, from camp while serving with the Army of the Potomac in the Shenandoah Valley.


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By February, 1864 the Civil War in the Shenandoah Valley was at a virtual stalemate. The citizens of the Union and its soldiers were weary of the war, growing disheartened. The Union desperately needed to push the Rebels out of the Shenandoah Valley, away from Washington, and finally establish their superiority in the Valley. But victory continually evaded the Union, and the call for more volunteers went out again and again. Three-month enlistments simply did not supply enough manpower to wage such a campaign.

A. J. Wiley decided he could no longer stand by. He would have to enlist. He had not been eager to volunteer, or to become a soldier. He had delayed until what looked like the last months before the Union's demise to enlist.

A third-generation descendent of Scotch-Irish immigrants, grandson of a British Revolutionary warship-jumper, A. J. shared more in common with the rural southerners than with urban northerners. He came from a long line of harassed poor folk fighting or fleeing oppression, so he identified with the plight of Southern slaves, part of what the Civil War was about for him.

In the early summer of 1852 A. J. and his new bride, Rebecca Jane Warren, eloped from Glencoe, Ohio and moved closer to the Ohio River where he worked, building bridges. In 1860 A. J. and Rebecca Jane and their four children moved across the Ohio River into Virginia, settling on a small mountain top farm at Fairview, near Proctor, a few miles down river and uphill from Ella, later "Moundsville," West Virginia.

A. J. tried farming on the thin-soiled mountain top but maintained at his carpentry trade, helping build houses, barns, and a store, church, and school house at Fairview. Rebecca became the first school teacher there. They had two more children before the call came for volunteers in the War.

(to be continued next month... )



James Wiley is an Ohio-born and raised writer and amateur genealogist, working with cousins from Maine to California to research their ancestry. With his wife, Lu, Jim visits the Shenandoah Valley and the Blue Ridge mountains every year, enjoying the scenery, warm hospitality, and personal attachment to the vivid history of the Shenandoah Valley. Besides his several ancestors who lived in Virginia from early colonial days to distant cousins of the present, Jim shares the history of many Americans whose families were split over the Civil War, sometimes pitting them against each other in battle.


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